Cy chuly vy, lyude dobri, taku novynochku,
Shcho tikala bulbanochka na Bukovynochku?
Yak tikala, yak tikala, a vvyela tikaty,
A malenka ditynochka, a vzyela plakaty.
Chodim, lyude, do cerkovci, prosim Boha revne,
Chey si Panbih izmyluye ta nam bulbu verne.
Chey si vrodyt bulbanochka chot' na sinokosy!
Bo yesmo si zdohadaly, yak buvalo dosy.
Shcho zhybala bulbanochka, oy bila yak klubky:
A vze toto, lyude dobri, za nashi prostupky!
A shcho z ya vam, lyude dobri, take dohuryla?
Shcho varena ta y pechena po tyznevy hnyla.